World Cup Opening Day
¶ 1
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Pardon the earth
if it nearly stops turning.
It’s almost four years
since desire’s been burning,
but no more the longing;
it’s over, the yearning, it’s
World Cup Opening Day.
¶ 2
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Tell Mr. Sun
that he won’t need a ticket.
The planet, now one
giant football, we’ll kick it
all off with Brazil and
Croatia. You pick it, it’s
World Cup Opening Day.
¶ 3
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The once busy waiters
will soon be distracted.
Let’s flock to the food court at noon.
We’re attracted we billions;
economies swoon,
thus impacted, it’s
World Cup Opening Day.
¶ 4
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Priorities yield,
like clean sheets fall diverted.
Stray dogs run alone
in the streets all deserted.
Why, even Americans follow converted.
It’s World Cup Opening Day.
¶ 5
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Come now. Partake in our game’s celebration:
the blue marble’s one-month-long football vacation,
where everyone qualifies. Choose any nation.
It’s World Cup Opening Day.
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